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oh, with the onset of lent and such easterly delight, here has arrived, once again, the Peep season. after trudging the half hour walk to my local grocer (which surprisingly only resulted in 1.5 panic attacks), and walking my provisions to the self-check out counter, i stumbled upon the price chopper's glorious Peep display. look at all the colors! as a 20 year-old girl, born and raised catholic (which never came to fruition, mind you), i am quite the seasoned veteran when it comes to easter treats: pastel M&M's, gigantic hollow chocolate rabbits, lime jell-o molds depicting the fourteen stations of the cross. but never before have i seen something so pure, something so heavenly, and something so deserving of a place in an easter basket as what i saw today. ladies and gentleman, the impulse buy that i speak of, which i am currently masticating, is none other than a white peep. yes, yes, it's beautiful and sacred and such--but let's imagine, if but for a moment, comrades, BLACK PEEPS WITH RED EYES.
but allow me to talk about myself, now. matt and i have finally found an apartment. yes, i decided to bite the bullet and move in with him. the apartment is absolutely beautiful. it's a one bedroom unit in a historic binghamton mansion on riverside drive. mansions in binghamton? it is hard to believe that this, "skel-infested hell hole,"1 was once a prolifically booming metropolis -- thanks IBM! the living room is gigantic with high cathedral ceilings, huge windows, and french doors that open out onto a sizable screened-in porch. the bathroom and kitchen, are, well, a bathroom and kitchen. and i think i remember some nice woodwork or something. it's $600 a month, which is pricey as far as binghamton property costs go, but the place has got character, and according to my friends downstairs, is haunted. i plan to get a pier 1 credit card this summer and plunge myself into debt decorating the place with inauthentic moroccan inspired chatchkeys, plants, and directors' chairs. my mother agreed to give me the beige leather recliner, which will be quite nice.
i finally quit my job at the holiday inn. i opted to see the prague symphony orchestra instead of waitressing a banquet of over 400 inner city roustabouts up from baltimore. now i'm jobless. praise be to hefty student loan refunds.
the semester has started off in fine fashion. my russian language skills are really improving. now i can say things like, "dirty old man," "shut up," and, "bacteria." my professor finally invited me to dinner at her house. i hope that's one of those gestures reserved for students exhibiting awesomeness. as for the other classes, i'm learning about ivan the terrible's unreserved cruelty and am considerably behind in reading war and peace for my senior seminar. yayayayay!
i think that's all for now. right now i'm going to assume my role as the horoshaya domoxozyaika and start preparing lemmon-pepper chicken and rice casserole. living off campus makes you self-sufficient and boring.
1 C. Parker
but allow me to talk about myself, now. matt and i have finally found an apartment. yes, i decided to bite the bullet and move in with him. the apartment is absolutely beautiful. it's a one bedroom unit in a historic binghamton mansion on riverside drive. mansions in binghamton? it is hard to believe that this, "skel-infested hell hole,"1 was once a prolifically booming metropolis -- thanks IBM! the living room is gigantic with high cathedral ceilings, huge windows, and french doors that open out onto a sizable screened-in porch. the bathroom and kitchen, are, well, a bathroom and kitchen. and i think i remember some nice woodwork or something. it's $600 a month, which is pricey as far as binghamton property costs go, but the place has got character, and according to my friends downstairs, is haunted. i plan to get a pier 1 credit card this summer and plunge myself into debt decorating the place with inauthentic moroccan inspired chatchkeys, plants, and directors' chairs. my mother agreed to give me the beige leather recliner, which will be quite nice.
i finally quit my job at the holiday inn. i opted to see the prague symphony orchestra instead of waitressing a banquet of over 400 inner city roustabouts up from baltimore. now i'm jobless. praise be to hefty student loan refunds.
the semester has started off in fine fashion. my russian language skills are really improving. now i can say things like, "dirty old man," "shut up," and, "bacteria." my professor finally invited me to dinner at her house. i hope that's one of those gestures reserved for students exhibiting awesomeness. as for the other classes, i'm learning about ivan the terrible's unreserved cruelty and am considerably behind in reading war and peace for my senior seminar. yayayayay!
i think that's all for now. right now i'm going to assume my role as the horoshaya domoxozyaika and start preparing lemmon-pepper chicken and rice casserole. living off campus makes you self-sufficient and boring.
1 C. Parker